Back to M'Beidia
After a month of traveling around te world, it felt good to finally get back to M'Beidia last week. For the first two days I even had good food because the agfo/health PACA demonstration for Hassaniya was there. After that it been back to the normal class, watering the garden, and pretending to eat.
My Hassaniya is coming back pretty well. We've had to accelerate class because I missed so much. 7 competences in 4 days no sweat. Abda and I tried to schedule more days of language so I could have more time to catch up, but PC wasn't so keen on the idea. So only three more days left of language class.
So, the jelli or hanger in front of my house blew down in the big storm a few days ago. They rebuilt it the next day with the same materials. Now it's like a demi-jelli, very small. I do not want to sit under it anymore because I question how soundly it was constructed. Now I sit under the thorn tree. The family does too now.
After Hadu left for the week to visit his "friend" in Kaedi for the weekend, I busted out some of the stuff I brought back with me from the US. Best Friday afternoon in M'Beidia ever. Maybe I'll post about it after swear-in.
They gave us the evaluation forms for our PST sites this last week. I recommended the site for future volunteers with some major reservations. I think my favorite line from my response is "The food is so bad that it eats away at your soul," and if "they don't believe me then they are invited for lunch at Daar Abade." I hope they actually type up what I wrote, because I meant every word of what I wrote.
12 days left of Stage. Good times.
My Hassaniya is coming back pretty well. We've had to accelerate class because I missed so much. 7 competences in 4 days no sweat. Abda and I tried to schedule more days of language so I could have more time to catch up, but PC wasn't so keen on the idea. So only three more days left of language class.
So, the jelli or hanger in front of my house blew down in the big storm a few days ago. They rebuilt it the next day with the same materials. Now it's like a demi-jelli, very small. I do not want to sit under it anymore because I question how soundly it was constructed. Now I sit under the thorn tree. The family does too now.
After Hadu left for the week to visit his "friend" in Kaedi for the weekend, I busted out some of the stuff I brought back with me from the US. Best Friday afternoon in M'Beidia ever. Maybe I'll post about it after swear-in.
They gave us the evaluation forms for our PST sites this last week. I recommended the site for future volunteers with some major reservations. I think my favorite line from my response is "The food is so bad that it eats away at your soul," and if "they don't believe me then they are invited for lunch at Daar Abade." I hope they actually type up what I wrote, because I meant every word of what I wrote.
12 days left of Stage. Good times.